A friend from work, Kathy, asked me to write the story of how Mike and I met. We didn't have time at work to exchange stories, so this was the solution. Here I go....
My freshman year at BYU a group of friends and I were huge BYU basketball fans. We went to every game. We even showed up way early to get the best seats available in the student section (first come first serve). We had a lot of fun together, espeically since the team was great that year. The BYU basketball players were like celebrities to our sad little group.
So, in December when I new guy showed up on the court during the pre-game shoot around, I was perplexed. I didn't recognize the guy at all. I was even more perplexed that I didn't recognize him, because he was so cute. Right then and there, my crush on "Dresser" started. During the rest of the season, my eyes were glued on Dresser as he shot around during warm-ups (he didn't get much playing time, but hey I didn't care).
The game before Valentine's Day a buddy of mine dared me to get Dresser's attention some how. That's why I brought a big sign with me to that game. When my friends and I walked into the stadium, the shoot around hadn't started. A few minutes later, Mike walked out with the best player (he always did that so that he felt like the people who cheered during the entrance were cheering for him). I was too embarrassed and didn't want to hold up the sign, but I gave into peer pressure and held the sign up high for Dresser to see.
The sign read, "Dresser, Will you be my Valentine?" He saw the sign and acknowledged my presence. I was done there. I was happy just to have him smile at me. But a few minutes later, Dresser was at the bottom of the stands talking to a friend. Again I gave into peer pressure and went to the bottom of the stands and had him autograph my sign.
Another few minutes later, the trainer for the basketball team convinced Mike to write his number down and send it up the stands to me. When I got his number, I was so excited. Luckily, I held it together and wrote my number down and sent it back down the stands. By this time, the team had gone back into the locker room, so the trainer delivered my number to Mike (I later found out that the trainer had taped it to Mike's locker and used lipstick to write "Call me" on the locker mirror.)
Now I didn't intend to call Dresser at all. That would just be too embarrassing and make me look like some lame groupie. But I did make sure to tell all my friends about what had happened. I was so proud that I had gotten Dresser's number.
Two nights later, I walk into my dorm room just in time to answer the phone. When the voice on the other side said, "This is Mike Dresser," I didn't beleive it was really him. I was convinced that it was a friend trying to pull a prank on me. It took a good five minutes for me to finally beleive that it really was Dresser on the other side. That night we talked for about 10 minutes, then Mike asked me to go out on a date with him. Of course I said yesa dn instantly began planning what I was going to wear!
The next night we went out for ice cream and movie and as they say the rest is history.
Here is picture of me the day after I got Dresser's number. Don't I look excited!
This is a picture from one of our first dates-- a movie night at a cabin in Park City.
This is a picture from about a month after our first date. It was taken right before one of Mike's game. That's why we're both decked in our BYU basketball gear!
